When Sick Isn't Quite the Right Word

So, I'm not really sick.  Not really.

I just have a cough... that. won't. go. away.

Grrr!

There's this little rattle in my lungs that crops up throughout the day, and just enough of a cough to keep me from going to sleep at night.

The weird thing is that it isn't hampering my workouts at all.  Nine mile run?  Done.  Hour long cycle class?  No problem.  I can fill my lungs to capacity with the best of them.  So, my lungs are playing at having super human pneumonia, it seems.  I don't know.  I don't really get it, so I went to the doctor today.

Actually, I HATE going to the doctor.  But this cough thing is interrupting Bill's sleep, too.  So I went.  My normal doctor couldn't see me at a convenient time for me, so I saw another one at the clinic.  Her name is Dr. Noonan, and I liked her!  I might switch allegiances. Anyways, she was impressed that I was at 98% lung capacity even with the cough, and called it a "residual viral cough", left over from a cold I had two weeks ago.  I went home with some codeine laced cough syrup to knock me out at night.  Is it bad that I am totally looking forward to taking my medicine tonight?

On a side note, since I was there, I asked her about this lingering localized headache I've had ever since Will and I cracked heads while rough-housing a month ago.  She actually got a bit alarmed!  She immediately started feeling my skull above the headache sight and grilled me about the incident.  She came to the conclusion that a CAT scan a month after the fact would probably be pointless, but I'd better come right in for a scan if it suddenly spikes in pain or the pain doesn't continue to fade.

Bugger.

Leave it to me to go see the doctor about the harmless cough instead of the brain damaging head trauma.

And in case you're wondering, Will is completely fine.  He must have a thick skull!